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His throne had been silent since the grounds had shook. Since that time, not a single sight of his vanilla and ebony fur could be seen around his lands. After that very violent day he had fled to the only place he held memory of; the grove. He had dug a den beneath the roots of a tree and hid away. He had seldom come out, save for water. His body appeared to be a skeleton; his frame was all edges and angles.

Such a ghastly form would be seen stirring from the ground around dusk. His limbs are like twigs and they appear frail, much like the rest of his body. His eyes are sunken in and his cheekbones protrude harshly from his features. He raised his eyes to gaze upon the stars. His vision had been deteriorating over the last few days. He had also been suffering from headaches, nausea, and these odd episodes where he would loose consciousness or just simply wouldn't remember what had happened. They had growing worse over the days. Perhaps what happened now was the worst of them all. His vision slowly began to slip, the darkness increasing until he could see no more. He couldn't see the starts glowing in the night sky. Nor could he see the baby pink petals falling from the trees.

A sigh would fall past ebony lips and he lowered his head, allowing his crown to fall from his head. He would then shimmy his obsidian necklace off. He would pick it up in his mouth after it was off and drape it over his crown. Finally, he would pull of his golden ring and with his teeth and place it in front of his jewelry. He didn't have long, and he knew this. Kulla would come to carry his spirit away. No more would he exist in this world. At the realization of this, the deteriorating king let loose a mournful howl. This cry would go on for minutes. Even as he collapsed to the ground he would continue this mournful song. After a few minutes his chorus would abruptly end. His body jerked and stiffened involuntarily. Foamy saliva frothed from the corner of his and pooled onto the earth. After what felt like ages his violent convulsing body would cease motion. A single exhaled breath left his disheivled corpse, and the king of the Verja was no more.

With his absence he hadn’t seen much of his family. Something he wanted to rectify. The grove was one of the best places to usually find someone in the kingdom. His orbs scanned the land closest to him but didn’t see anything. As he moved he caught the slight scent of Asger and frowned. He saw Aurelius at the meeting but had not seen his other nephew.

With a longer stride he moved towards the scent. What stopped him though was the still form of Asger. His crown and necklace were close to him. Tears pricked his eyes as he saw him. A mournful howl was wrenched from his lips. He nudged his nephew with his nose as tears rang down his face. He didn’t know how long Asger had slowly been losing his strength and he wished he had helped him before.. before he died. Aurelius was going to take this hard.. The whole kingdom would..

"All mixed up, you don’t know what to do! Next thing you turn around and find the person is you."

Meisahn heard the howl and took some time arriving to see what was going on. When he saw the beige male with a dead body, his ears flattened and his tail was tucked between his legs. This was simply distressing.

Who was he? How did he die, and so early too...? He did not experience grief before, but judging from the look on the alive wolf's face and the howl he made, he did not dare ask.

The white wolf whimpered sadly, wishing he could have helped. The thin, skeletal body was a terrible sight, and he had to look away after a time. He did not know the fallen, but any death is hard to see.

He really wanted to know who this was. He had a feeling he should, deep inside. But he did not ask. Something held him back.

Perhaps it was guilt. Guilt he did not arrive sooner. Guilt that he should have helped.

Herleif heard the sound of another and lifted his eyes to see the white male. He smelled of the kingdom but he had yet to meet this male. He moved himself closer to Asger and nudged him once more. Asger's body was nothing like it was any time he had seen him. A poor sight. He didn't scent anyone else near by. Herleif's words choked up in his throat as he put his head head back against Asger's shoulder.

After a few moments he looked at the wolf. "I assume you know who King Aurelius is, can you go and get him for me. This is urgent. Do not dilly dally and go straight to him and come back." he said in a scratchy voice as he turned his green eyes upon the white male. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, much less a male he didn't know but Aurelius needed to know. He had to be here.

"All mixed up, you don’t know what to do! Next thing you turn around and find the person is you."

Meisahn snapped out of his brief shock when the other wolf spoke to him and nodded. He turned and ran off, trying to pick out scents every so often when he paused for breath. Now and then he would call, "Aurelius!" "Aurelius, come quick!" "Aurelius, someone is dead!"

He did not howl since he did not pause for breath long enough, and after a while he began to truly tire. He did not give up however, since this was too important. Eventually he was forced to slow his stride, but he kept searching and shouting.

He panted, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He refused to give up. He could not. Emergencies called for action. That much he learned.

Herlief could hear the male would as he took off. His winced at the words. Did the male not have any tact in just shouting that out? Now Aurelius would truly be a worry wart once he got here. He'd wanted to kind of slowly bring Aurelius to his brother. Herleif stood up and shook off his coat. He moved the crown of Asgers and picked up the necklace. He sat and waited for Aurelius with the ring and crown in front of him. His head was bowed as he awaited his nephew. Hopefully he would come. As for the others the call would bring he didn't know. Now it was mostly a waiting game.

The man quietly paced by the terrain when one came by calling for him. As well as mentioning the death of one. Wait… what? Picking on the scents that surrounded him, Aurelius would immediately follow the one he was most familiar with. His brother’s. A pair of brows would meet as he frowned, confused as he spotted Herleif by a laying Asger. Pacing his way towards the two, he would try to halt by his great-uncle’s right. “What is going on her-.” His world froze. Asger wasn’t simply laying down.

He had been the one…

Uneven breaths fell from his maw, now agape in a sheer state of shock. His heart raced unevenly, every bump ringing inside his ears. Giving up on him, painted limbs would fall, his body collapsing upon the earth. This couldn’t be true, could it? Turning so he could face the brown wolf, the man would simply stare at him. His expression was blank, so hard to explain yet so easy to decipher. “Put that necklace right where you found it.” He spat, anger obvious to his voice. “That is my brother’s.” Did that boy have no respect for man? Had he lost his damn mind?

Rising from the ground, he would offer Herleif one last look. This time, however, his gaze darted off his features, looking at the ground instead. Those orbs reflected nothing but desperation, as if his life depended on one request. “Can I be left with him? Alone, please.” His tone was weak and shaky, as never before. “Please…”

(This post was last modified: 12-26-2018, 07:12 PM by Herleif. Edited 1 time in total.)

Herleif Dame-Fritjov
Settle down and listen to me

His green eyes softened when he saw Aurelius stop and saw Asger. He hung his head in sadness. He couldn't imagine losing his siblings. His eyes however did harden when Aurelius told him to put Asgers jewelry down. He bit his tongue though. What the hell did he think? That Herleif was going to steal it? Asger had just died for fucks sake! He took a deep breath and placed then on the ground. "Aur, I was going to put them in the manor along the wall. Something to remember him by." He said soft as slow, like he was talking to a frightened child.

He let a few tears escape his eyes as he looked at the sorry shape Asger was in. "Take as long as you need. Im here for you. Now im going to take these to the manor, come find me after please." his words came out soft. He was hurting too. He couldn't even imagine what Aurelius was going through. He attempted to but his head against his nephews in a farewell, not knowing how it would be taken but Aur was hurting and he wasn't sure how to help. With one final glance he picked up the ring, necklace and crown in his mouth before he turned and started walking back to the penninsula. The council would need to be notified of this as soon as possible.

"All mixed up, you don’t know what to do! Next thing you turn around and find the person is you."

Meisahn watched as Aurelius the African wild dog stopped at the corpse. He was utterly silent as he watched the sadness unfold. Never before has he seen such pain - such misery - expressed by others. That's when he realized: life isn't all sunshine and roses. Sometimes, it throws bricks at your head.

When his king asked to be left alone, he did not bother waiting for the other wolf's response. He dipped his head and backed away, his tail low in a submissive manner. He then turned and started walking south to the library to think. He needed time alone as much as the others. He needed to process this harsh reality.

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